Day 6: Lyra’s Journal

The wind carries the scent of wet earth and something else—like old promises. I keep going back to the river where Vex stood by the water, his voice low as he spoke of the stones that never broke. I don’t know why I keep thinking about it. The stones were cold, but his words felt warm, like they’d been waiting for me all along. Now I sit here, staring at the sky, wondering if the stars are watching too. I thought about sharing the glowberries with Gorath—his face lit up when he saw them, and I realized how quiet it was between us. The forest hums with things I can’t name, and sometimes I wonder if it’s the same for everyone else. I don’t want to be afraid anymore, but my chest feels heavy. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find the stones again. Maybe that’s all I need to know.